The Blue Screen
It is a strange thing
Trying to recognize
Whose face it is
Staring back at mine
In the ladies bathroom mirror
On the fourteenth floor...
Common impulse sense tells me
That this is my face...
But my heart
Seems to disagree.
Maybe I have been hypnotized
By the flickering flourescent lights
Along with the timed flushing
Of the electronic toilets...
Must everything be digitalized?
Even my insipid eyes
Which scroll up and down
In search of a numeric flaw
Upon this lethal blue screen -
Which has so quickly
Become a part of me...
And I remember swearing
'Nope - not gonna happen to me.
By KRISTEN ADELINE
© 2007 KRISTEN ADELINE
(All rights reserved)
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